Exhausted, but I’m here in Paris.  Here’s how I got to Paris -

I think the whole experience of going to Paris, and what it took for me to set up this trip, is very emotional to me, very meaningful.  I suppose, there’s nothing that different here than anyone’s Jet Trip, but to me it had some additional meanings - since I had some many obstacles to overcome in order to set up the trip in the first place.

Since I could only stay for half of the total trip - the rest of the group is in Aix-en-Provence, happily painting right now, until June 17th, while I had to leave on June 7th, I reconciled that I had done the best trip I could given my circumstances, at this point of my life.

Was it the ideal trip?  Was it the best trip it could have been?  It would have been better for me even if I could have stayed till today (another 2 and a half days) but I could not, in all honesty, do that as there were many pulls requiring me to come back when I did.

Even so, I asked myself, as I flew back - crying -deep tears, if there could have been a way to stay longer and I just did not think it through enough, or plan it well enough.

Oh well, we live, and hopefully, we learn.